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Darling coughs blood and Primula vulgaris petals into his hand. He smiles apologetically. "This is more your specialty than mine."
"Wait here, Casper. I'll fetch some specimen containers." Underhill sighs. "Can't have you making a mess in my lab..."
It's absurd. Hanahaki Disease is a fantasy for lovestruck teenage girls. She's had to tell enough of them it isn't real. There's some other, unrelated oddness that's making Darling cough up flowers. Who would he fall for, anyway?
When Underhill returns, Darling coughs up a new crop of petals. There's a pleading look in his big brown eyes.
Oh.
Oh, no.